The theme for me, for these past few years anyway, has been about home. Finding it, creating it, losing it, redefining it…
Yesterday (was it only yesterday?) I drove Doug past the house I used to share with Jeff. 401 more words
1 week, 3 days
Work in Progress
In the interest of getting things out the way so I can have a clear slate for the last 10 days of NaNoWriMo, here are the days I have missed so far. 149 more words
3 weeks, 2 days
I am, without doubt, one of the many who fall victim to Week 2 of NaNoWriMo. The problem, of course, isn’t about falling victim, it’s about being able to pick yourself up, get your head on straight, and go at the words again. 151 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
Today, I managed to do the first little bit of scribbling to try and make sense of the story. Which is a pretty big thing for me to manage, considering. 167 more words
1 month, 1 week
waking to a flat cloudy sky
the long dark morning of late fall, the slowest dawn
it hits me that it was not a dream… 181 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
Being with a being who is dying is profound.
I have dealt with life.
I have dealt, on some level, with the aftermath of death. 391 more words
day 3 of our homeopathic hail mary for Finn and
we are holding even as far as I can see from out here.
I have journeyed to explore in there, and the innerspace is respectfully held off limits, and so I stay, out here, witnessing only what I can witness… 278 more words
1 month, 3 weeks